It was on. Then off. Then damn. Then fuck. Then the scheduled commitment for Monday morning in Van Nuys miraculously got moved. I had little to do with said fortune but a quiet fist pump and a whispered hell yeah caused me to call Surly with a "I'm in!" He took care of the rest with the flight, hotel and of course tickets in section 113, row Y. There are 4 of us total as our buddy Marc and his … [Read more...]